Archive for November, 2011

NaNo no mo’, traveling blues

November 28, 2011

I’m admitting it.  I’ve just bailed on NaNo.

It’s the holiday’s fault.  Well, it’s really mine.  We traveled to see relatives for most of last week for the Thanksgiving holiday and I forgot the power cord to my laptop.  So there went whatever writing I had intended to do for the week.  Bleah.

Truly, I didn’t intend to forget the power cord, but there you go.  I did mean to write, and even though I knew I wasn’t going to get very far.  Still, it is a let down to be thinking about what all I could be doing if not for my own packing fail.

I did have a little bit of time, however.  What to do when there’s no computer available?  Read a physical book, duh.  I haven’t done that in a while.  Problem – I didn’t bring any books with me.  I haven’t traveled with a book since my kids were born – I found that when I brought a book, I never got around to reading it and it was annoying to be lugging books around. .. as opposed to any laptops without power cords – I’m still irritated with myself for that.  Anyway, I could check my email and stuff on W’s computer – but it’s not the same.  First, because it’s not my computer, and second, W would want to be using it when I wanted to, so no go.  (Also, W has a Mac, and it’s just weird to be using it for extended periods of time.  There’s no “Del” button.  It’s annoying.  And the Open Apple Key – what is that?  Anyway, yes, we do have a mixed married in that sense as well.  Sometimes, it feels like the only thing we have in common is our love of soft drinks and bad sci-fi.  Oh, and the kids.  Mustn’t forget the kids.)

At the hotel, there was a reading room, and people had just left tons of books behind.  I found “84 Charing Cross Road” and it was a charming, fast read.  Just light enough for the occasion.  I was thinking about bringing it back with me, but W stopped me.  He’s of the opinion that he didn’t want to carry it/pack it, and we don’t need to be bringing books we don’t actually own with us.  He’s all about things like that.  What-ever.

(I also have an odd habit – I sometimes bring stuff with me with the intent to throw away while I’m out of town.  It helps me figure out if I want it enough to carry around.  Usually, I don’t.  Lots of small items have been sacrificed on the altar of this particular crazy thought.   I have never voiced this to W – because he would find it truly problematic.  But I don’t know if I’ve ever done this with books.  Thinking.  Hm.  Yes, I have.  But it was through Bookcrossing.  Intent to abandon for the good of others, as it were.  That seems more magnanimous than trying to figure out if I want to keep a pair of old socks or a mostly empty bottle of hand lotion.)

soft clothing post

November 21, 2011

Henry’s been demanding “soft clothes”. Which would be okay, if he wasn’t trying to put on sweatpants in 85degree weather. (Of course, for people who knew me and the way I dressed in high school, this all probably seems like genetic revenge.)

J’s been spending many mornings screaming about the injustice of having to wear clothing at all, so I guess it could be worse.  (And then she might rub milk, cereal, or apple sauce into her hair.  So lovely is my little lady.)

Sigh.  Chant.  I love my children.  I love my children.  I love my children…

Note:  I realized Henry doesn’t have any sweatpants appropriate for holiday visiting.  They’re all torn up at the knees, or getting too short.  (As for “sweatpants appropriate for holiday visiting” –  I’m trying not to think about that as a real term.  I mean, I wish I had sweatpants appropriate for holiday visiting.  But it’s all about W and what he considers inappropriate.  Frowny-face.  That’s another entry for another day, though.)

I might have to visit the store and buy holiday-ready sweatpants for the boy.  And me, too.

baby’s done a bad bad thing

November 21, 2011

I am a bad bad person.  Terribly bad.

First, because NaNo is looking less and less likely.  I am spending a fair amount of time just surfing and not writing.  Bad blogger! I have downgraded my expectations, though.  I did write a few more one-shots.   (Crack, obviously.)   Still churning away at the steampunk.  It’s looking like a struggle between serious writing and crack – and for me, the crack always has the upper hand.  I might do some lame thing like “choose your own ending” and people can decide which one is right for them.

Second, because I’ve started reading some fic and it was okay.  Then I got to the part about “My baby died!  You lived!  And my baby died!” (Not an exact quote, because I’m not that big a jerk) and I started laughing my butt off.   Just, wow.  So full of narm emotion and out of place.  (I’m pretty sure people have cried over this scene, though.)   Bad reader!  No biscuit!

Would I have written that scene?  Unlikely.  And even if I did, it would have been done differently.  And it doesn’t really belong where it did.  Maybe if I didn’t have kids myself, maybe if some of the details were different, then there would be real impact.  But it was just such a weird thing.  I think this thing happens a lot in fanfic, so I think I should be safe (and the author too, because they don’t deserve sporking).  I just think kid-death should be handled really, really carefully, otherwise, it is just terrible.  In all senses of the word.  (I didn’t realize I had ever formulated an opinion on this before.  Thanks, unnamed fanfic writer, for allowing me to voice this new opinion.)

NaNo no-no’s

November 8, 2011

Things I need to remember not to do while working on NaNo project.

Start panicking about your word count.  I think I’m a few thousand behind – and if I extrapolate, it makes me well over 10k behind for the end.  This does not include the holidays, which I will be far from home and the comforts of my writing place.  I’ll most likely have internet, but that’s no guarantee I won’t just give up.  Grah.

Posting finished stories.  I’ve finished a few one-shots, and my usual recovery period has been compromised, of necessity.  But I think I’m taking it out on myself in other ways – getting less sleep so I can surf the internet, things like that.

Editing.  I think I’ve deleted almost as many words as I’ve kept.  Got to stop that.  (I think I will take deleted words and put them into a special file to pad out my NaNo.  I don’t know if this is against the rules, but it is driving me crazy, thinking about my word counts.  I edit as I go, and lots of times I start my writing sessions with editing the previous session and this is process is just sort of bringing me down.)

Reading any meta.  I like all the discussions about social justice and perpetuation of tropes/stereotypes and the white male hegemony, but reading them while doing NaNo is totally wrong.  I’m second-guessing every other word now because I don’t to be part of the problem.  Dang!  I should just be writing, even if it’s horrible politically incorrect fart jokes, right?

Start watching new television show.  W and I decided, a little whimisically, that we could try watching the BBC Sherlock show from our online media streaming provider.  So, we’re one episode in and I think I’d like to shotgun the rest, mostly to the detriment of my free time and my writing.  While this is nice, and I believe I’m sucking W into the fandom huddle, I think this is counterproductive.

Something I have done that seems like a good idea is set up a spreadsheet of all my words.  I’ve pecked away at 5 different stories now.   We’ll see how far that goes.  This is also partly because I can not figure out how to navigate the NaNo website – it is a bit hard to figure out where one is supposed to put stuff (like daily word counts, or track interesting discussion threads).

I want to think this is done purposefully, so as to force the writers to actually write instead of wasting precious time surfing the site, but I don’t believe this is so.   It’s just a little website thrown together for the cheap for a project of crazies like me.  (As opposed to me being a total dummy.)

Day 3 of NaNo

November 4, 2011

I don’t know what it is about NaNo, but I’ve already written most of two one-shots instead of the steampunk thing.  And it’s all crack – none of that sweet, heady, Victorian-type romance I was thinking.  Maybe I’m just equilibrating from my fest fics.  But you better believe all those words are going to count, regardless of which story they belong to.

The longer I write fanfic, the more defined my tastes become, and the less popular my fics become.  I’m finding my niche, and apparently, it is an increasingly lonely one.  I am in a big fandom, but I moved from a cute main character het pair to a crack slash side character pair often in alternative universes, shedding readership the whole way.  I’m not certain what I can do to become less popular – write high school fic?  Songfic?  Nooooo!

All my popularity concerns would probably be solved if I could write pronz, but I just can’t.  I’ve got to have some standards.  (Fake indignity.  Weak laugh.)

And on a pissed-off note – I got my first troll/bash/flame review.  They had read one of my slash fics and reviewed simply as “Cthulu” and the review consisted of the word “F * G G **.”  I’m annoyed, and find it tremendously stupid.  On one hand, it’s been a 5 months since I first started posting slash stories – that’s longer than I would have thought.  On the other hand, one would think there would be courtesy and live-and-let live on the internet (HA!).  Never mind what it must be like to actually be gay in this society and have to deal with that sort of garbage in person.  (Even though I suspect such cowardice and malice would never be able to face someone in real life.)

Sigh.  Not going to give it another thought and delete it.  And write more and more and more slash.   WRITE ALL THE SLASH!  (Ha.)

Post Halloween

November 3, 2011

I really love Halloween now.  It didn’t used to be such a big deal, but since I’ve had kids, and seen how the kids love the holiday, I’m into it now.

I did not dress up, although I really thought about it.  For ten minutes before I had to get to work.  I’m trying to get the office to dress up for next year.  We’re going to have to consider themes.  It’ll be fun.

W does the costumes – it’s his thing.  He loves doing them.  Henry was a rocket this year (made out of a big round thing originally designed for concrete posts).  We bought J’s costume (green and pink fairy) – I was of the opinion that I was not going to kill myself for a 2-year-old’s costume, especially when the chance of her rejecting it was so high.

Henry loves Iron Man, so I got this idea to use one of those stick-on lights (the big round battery-powered ones you push on and off) on a cardboard box.  It’s sort of dumb, and I have no idea if it would work, but the idea of it is really appealing to me.  This idea I give to the Internet, in case somebody actually does it.  (Please send me pictures!)